Walking towards the Officers Quarters on the damaged airbase. Bahamut with her fellow Dragon, the two went up the stairs yawning loudly. Trucks and construction vehicles were busy piling up destroyed equipment from both the Legions and the Government Forces on the now empty bomber bays of Shadilay.
Even from the stairs, they could see the arms of the excavators lifting up carcasses of main battle tanks and vehicles and loosely dropping them onto a pile hidden by the other buildings of the airbase.
“Ahhhhh, it feels so great to have my Godhood back and use it to such levels as if I were back then.”
Mars who was walking beside her. Stretched her arms and curved her back as the two walked to the second floor balcony, where the doors for the High Ranking Officers were. A player, freshly wearing Ervtes’ red uniform, with newly polished ribbons and medals and shiny Oxford shoes exits out of his room.
“Yeah, tell Sammy to pick up his trash. Sharing this small room is already bad enough.”
A faint voice is heard replying back to him as he was about to close the door, the man looked at the two Dragons in human form, chatting amongst each other. He quickly puffled his chest and made sure his collar was as neat as it could be.
“For me, it felt great to fight with a fellow Dragon of Tur. I miss such old times when I’d fight with allies of my kin beside me. You did good, Mars.”
“Bahamut?”
The two then turned their face to the player, whose sparkling look as if he had seen the prettiest thing he had ever laid his sight upon.
“Hm? And who are you?”
“I didn’t expect you to talk, I went from half asleep to fully alert and ready to fight. Is this your casual voice?”
“Yes? And?”
“Y-Your attire?”
“What about it, Human?”
Opening the door was another player, the man only wore a shirt but already had his red pants on.
“U-la-la. I didn’t expect Bahamut in School Girl uniform to be checked off my list today.”
“Hm? What kind of list is that, Human?”
“Yo Sam, whose the red chick?”
“I am Mars? How come you know Bahamut and not me? I am as pretty as she is. Heck, I’d say my body is more killer than hers.”
The two men looked at each other then to her.
“W-Well… I am personally not into the whole BDSM thing.”
“Bee-dee-SM? What’s that?”
“You don’t know that and yet you're in full latex with heels?”
“This attire is made from a rubbery texture that’s known to be resistant to all forms of fire in the Kingdom. Even more resistant than Bahamut’s gown.”
“So it's not for the hot factor at all?”
“The hot factor was purely coincidental. Though I don’t complain, it does show my figure pretty nicely doesn’t it?”
Mars then poses, facing her body sideways as she lifts one heel. The two players clapped and cheered. “UWOOHH! MARS! WE’RE SUPPORTING YOU NOW!” The Black Dragon on the other hand gets in the shot. “Oy! Am I not the most known Dragon by the Chosen Ones? I am more pretty than her, so give your praises to me instead!” The player without his uniform takes a plastic chair and places it in between the door. He sits down on it and leans forward. The extremely serious expression on his face looking at her from top to bottom.
“I mean… maybe? But why the stockings?”
Bahamut’s face goes beet red and both of her hands clenched the bottom of her skirt. “I-I am not confident enough to show my legs, bare.” As if something cracked in the heads of the two players upon seeing the Black Dragons innocent expression, a connection between the two was linked and they nodded in unison. “C U T E.”
“Ahem, Sam, what do you think?”
“Bahamut. Totally.”
“Mhm mhm… I say… both.”
“What?! You can pray to two Dragon Gods!”
“What will you do if I say that I can have a shrine of you both and pray to it both religiously?”
“Hah! If you can pull that off Human, I will be sure to give you the Blessing of Mars always.”
“Say no more.”
The man then picks up his plastic chair and the door closes. Leaving only the uniformed player alone.
“Sooo… you two sharing dorms?”
“Hah. As if I will be able to live under the same roof as the Black Dragon.”
“Oy Mars! I could say the same to you!”
“And you?”
“Yeah, we also have to share dorms. My unit was the first to surrender when the forces of the Men of the Wood stormed the Airbase, but they already blown the quarters to bits. But who are you sharing you dorms with then?”
“I am sharing it with Master and the two Vampires so it seems.”
“It’s me and Tom-Thom.”
“Mmmmm… well I hope you two a good day. Thank you for helping us there.”
“Mm! Mm! Say more thanks to me Human.”
“Bahamut! Don’t soak up all the praises!”
“Get off Mars! I did most of the heavy lifting! I even had to bring out my Primordial Swords in full power for this one. You didn’t even have summon that Fire Witch of yours”
“What?! If I summoned the Fire Witch, the city would be burned to the ground!”
The man with two silver bars on his shoulders just bows and smiles at them while slowly slipping away from the front of the two. Passing them and down the stairs. The door to their room once again opens.
“Mars! Pose!”
Though still not in uniform, the other player came out of the room all of the sudden, but it didn’t bother Mars as she nonchalantly posed for his shot. Elegantly showcasing her tight body and long legs in full latex and its red veins glowing intensely along her large black cape. “Nice! Bahamut!” the Black Dragon on the other hand looked around first and immediately jumped in front of her, she then put her hands on her hips and looked extremely confident, like a Knight who had just won a battle. “Ohhh! That’s also superb!” He then makes a thumbs up and closes the door.
“Heh heh heh, you see that Mars? That’s what my Master would do when he wins a battle.”
“Ugh… you need to work more on your elegance.”
“What?! I’ve been taught my two Vampires of all things…! Though… what was me in a gown… so I don’t really know how it will work with modern human clothing.”
“Haaaah… but I may not say this often. But I think you truly deserve my sincere thank you, Bahamut. Though I may still hate you for shackling me and taking the skies away from me for thousands of years. I cannot help but forgive you for the battle we fought was truly a magnificent one. Albion would be smiling at us from the Heavens we sought to one day visit.”
“Indeed it was a good battle! The impossible is never impossible with the power of Dragons! We’ve once again done it just as we were intended to dominate, conquer and spread our power. Nature was subjected by our mighty wings and the flames of our souls. The Cosmic Gods now know of our strength, and what we’re capable of. May they sleep knowing of our prowess.”
“What do you plan to do?”
“I plan to sleep. I am tired from the battle and Master seems to be busy with the clean up. If I wake up early, I’ll go into my smaller form and find meat.”
“He took my beloved Thomas with him too. Hmph. I wanted to eat with him for dinner.”
“Me too, but those two seem to have the human disease of working too much and caring for their personal lives too little. Even the Vampires in their Kingdom don’t perform much work, mostly they laze around ordering people instead.”
“The Heroes though… hmmm… what do you think?”
“They have their backers. But so do our Humans.”
“Haaaaa… I'll see you later then, Bahamut.”
“You too Mars.”
“Hm. May Albion Grace your Long Sleep.”
“As Intended, Mars.”
Walking inside the Officer’s Quarters. Bahamut sees that Alana was silently on the small personal desk, reading a Novel while Elizabeth was fast asleep.
“Bloodsucker, why is the golden one on the bed?”
“Her Majesty said she needed a beauty sleep after the fighting. Please don’t disturb her Bahamut.”
“Ugh.”
She then scootches her over to the wall and with the free space. The woman removed her shoes and the sailor uniform she was touting for the last few days. Looking around, the room wasn’t large and the bed was shoddy at best. Even for an Officers quarters, it only had one window, which was next to the door and in front of the desk where Alana was. Elizabeth already sleeping on it only made it smaller than it has to be. The Dragon sighs and walks up to it, slipping into the bedsheets and sleeping next to the Ancient Queen.
Opening her eyes, she finds herself in her normal form inside the Void. The massive Dragon roaring back to life as something took her attention. A bright pint of light a bit far away. Reaching out her wing to touch it, she was suddenly then taken to an unfamiliar place.
“What do you mean you cannot strike the Curates?!”
Flashing in and out, her visions finally clear. Having a point of view of a floating eye, she could see pale Elves with extravagant robes coming together on a war table. With the entirety of Geraldia having been divided into multiple sections, the Wood Elves in the North, Snow Elves in the South, True Elves in the West and the Dark Elves having their own little section on the Northwest of the continent and on the open ocean of Lord Loch was the Kingdom of the Sea Elves.
The arrows they have drawn on the paper going to Dragovh across the open sea. Going through the Imperial Kingdom of Meilurous and carving its way through the smaller untaken lands ruled by lower Regents to the borders of the Holy Kingdom of James and then, the arrows stopping upon the Dragon Kingdom.
“Prince Dares, we cannot stop the rebellions. The sacrifice didn’t work, Death didn’t appear to fight by our side. Instead, we have now the Warrior woman Avaria with that damned Sir Gareth rising and collecting more and more Humans to band under them. We are buckling your Majesty.”
“No. Sacrifice another one hundred thousand if needed. We have millions of them, killing a mere few won’t hurt anyone. This is a guarantee, General Phoresh.”
The Elven General with his golden plate armor, with wings on his helmet and a wide red cape scoffs and starts walking around the large hall with its marble pillars and polished bronze bands on its base. Slowly stroking his lavish mustache
Floating around, she turns her attention deeper into the room which was a larger conference hall with green marble pillars with now golden bands and stands with the various Armors of the Elves. Ranging from the Snow, Sea, Wood, and High Elves. All being brandished in full view for the few people in the room.
The Humans kneeling on the side were silent and quiet, wearing extravagant clothes and plates full of food and wine next to them.
“Prince Dares, Your Majesty. The Aquacuritus have complained about the Dragons attacking their ships. Shall we request for the Acuritus to send in their Winged Troops? There’s still some Nobles we could draw troops from.”
“Blast those lizards! Why do they choose to side with the Mong’krels at such a moment?! That King Augustus and Queen Catherine, they planned for this I am sure! They’d rather commit beastiality with those frail Mong’krel than side and copulate with us!”
More Elves then come running into the Hall. With one of them wearing a Crown. His skin was paler than anyone else, his eyes having a light blue hue as his pupils had the brightest blue a man could say his eyes on.
“King Tresmer. What figures your sudden visit to the Capital?”
“My kin the, Chiocurate are in danger! The Humus has rebelled also, and soon. We will be overrun. They had overtaken my cannons and had used it to great effect, a man named Janishaire has taken up the mantle to be their leader.”
“Tsk. The Emperor will later come and answer everything that is needed. Father just needs time to get everything sorted as the Dragurs fealty with the Mon’krels are a shock to everyone… there timing… was also fatal…”
“And what about Oceanowa? Had the Aquacuritus finally gotten their disorganized brains together and thought of how we’re going to fend off a Draggos assault?! Even with our weapons, the scales of the Grand Dragons are far too formidable. We will have to resort to using Ancient weaponry to even fend them off from the shores of Geraldia.”
“As I said King Tresmer. Your doubts and queries will all be answered soon. For now, I need an additional fifty thousand souls to spend. Send the ones that dare rebel and bring them to me. I still have to deal with the Vampire Kingdom, their Queen, as beautiful as she looks, I know plans something devious. She is a walking opposite, that pretty face.”
“Is this about that plan of yours again to bring upon us a God!?”
“Yes. The only chance we can kill a Dragur God is to use a God of greater power. If me and Father were to fight those two, not even a hundred thousand of our best troops could stop it when the Dragons chose to be more violent than they are now, even with all our weapons. We’d have to risk the entirety of Elvennur. The Capital of all the Curate and I cannot have that. This is the gem of all to gander upon. For it to fall, is for our species to die.”
The tall Elven King in his blue and white robes swipes his cape, revealing his lanky fingers all adorned by expensive rings and jewelry and walks up to the Prince who was wearing a golden robe. The man then disrespectfully put his finger up the man’s pointy nose. Almost touching it.
“You two better have a plan. At this rate, the entirety of the Curate race will be wiped out.”
“None of us knew the love of the Dragurs to the Mon’krels would go as far as going to war with them… nay, to give not only there best troops, the Winged Dragon Lords and Grand Dragons of the Great Prince of the Skies alongside whatever materiel they could give to those lesser cretins astonishes me still.”
“What? Are you perfectly ignorant because we haven’t had war for over multiple thousand years? I know that we only get one or two domestic disputes for every decade but that shouldn’t mean that we have to become lenient. The Draggos have long sought their alliance with the Creations of Humanus. There Gods alone are known to have always been friends. It was clear from hindsight that their creations would fight alongside one another!”
“The Dragurs are known for their absolute belief in the words of Nature and in Nature, the Strong eats the Weak. This isn’t normal for the Dragurs at all. But when we launch our full fledged attack on the Continent of Men, they should know what Nature has spoken about us.”
The other General with his lavish mustache comes back into the conversation, holding in his hand a small model of the King and Queen Dragon.
“These Dragons… you know if they come into the battle, like many of the Kings and Queens before them, we’ll be assured to be pushed as deep into the territories of the Acurates, do you know that, Prince Dares?”
“What… what is with you General Phoresh and using the human term for the Dragurs?”
“Dragurs - Dragons who cares?! We are now at war with the very species we sought to not have a war with for the foreseeable future. Now we’re caught off guard with there sudden but obvious alliance with the Humus and our beautiful coastal cities are being attacked and burnt to crisp by Dragons and harassed by the Humus’ ships! My city alone, the one I grew up in was torn down by a Dragon Overlord in the matter of minutes! All the species we sought to preserve, dead! Alongside the three million Acurates inside it!”
The Prince merely turns the other way to the King. This makes the General turn beet red as his hands clenched so hard the cloth of his fine white gloves would lightly tear.
“I will give you some servants, and some fine cloth for your return trip King Tresmer. Please worry not, soon. We will have another meeting, please do be prepared for the long range communication magic and summon.”
“You better. I also want pale female ones.”
“Already lost the ones I gave you last year?”
“No. They got pregnant. I had to dispose of them.”
“Ah, worry not, I have some fine ones to give to you.”
As he left, another Elf came in. This time wearing a feminine armor and a ridiculously long cape that is being carried by two completely naked and extremely chiseled human males.
“Ah, General Tabit… looks like your two pets lasted longer than I expected.”
“They're good in bed so I made sure they’re kept well.”
“I presume you're here with good news?”
“Sadly, it is all bad news. I must add to whatever problems King Tresmer has given you.”
“Of course... We make one move and the next thing we know the Dragons have started to ravage our lands.”
“Not only that.”
“Hm?”
“The Hums’ rebellion that has started. A strange man from our land, from the Shores of Cavaria has appeared.”
“Another rebel leader? Just send the Executioners and have him tore open and brand his corpse around just as planned with the other Mong’krel leaders.”
“This one is different. Cavaria has been freed from our shackles thanks to this man alone and the Mon’krels has renamed it to Avaria.”
Prince Dares just stood in his place. He then looks on his map to the Region of Cavaria which has a Port Town that’s closest to the Continent of Dragovh and the model ships there each having a number underneath that’s two letters together.
“But… that’s impossible! We have over a few hundred ships on its coast and a fifty thousand strong army with five thousand cavalry troops!”
“I assure you, Your Majesty, that I am not jesting you. This Hums’... he is different.”
“Get an army together and prepare an invasion. We must retake Cavaria and the shipbuilding industry.”
“I already did a few days ago. Half died and the rest can be counted as never eligible for combat even with our magic and technology.”
“What? How come this is just coming to me right now?!”
“The fools in pretend armor wanted to show off their victory to you and their Lords…”
“And?!”
“They're all dead. Cavaria is now the cemetery for the Tenth, Ninth, and Fourth Army Corps.”
“And how many are the Mong’krels?”
“... … …”
“Don’t tell me it's only that man you mentioned…”
Bahamut’s vision then flies upwards and with lightning speed, she then goes to a Region far away from the Capital and all she saw there was devastation.
Though the battle has been over some time already. An entire golden army of the Curates has been laid to waste. Their corpses mangled and burnt with trails of lasers marking the land from the border down to the towns. She then sees the humans of Geraldia. Collecting the weapons of the corpses and stripping them of their armor, putting it all into carriages which then would go to the nearest Blacksmith to melt their composite sheathing and the enchanted weapons carried by the Knights, they then sorted it out amongst their troops.
Though just wearing leather armor and whatever mishmash of Steel and Iron they could get their hands on and some even using padded coifs as helmets. The humans were seemingly happy amongst each other. As they collected the former Elven inhabitants of the land and started killing every last one of them. The killings didn’t stop with the men and the captured soldiers, but also with the women and children. Their bodies were ruthlessly thrown into a ditch while others dug up the hundreds of mass graves of dead humans around the forests. Picking up the bones of those before them and would lay them down again but this time, in proper graves alongside prayers to the God of Man.
Seeing such ravage. The Black Dragon then lifted her vision back to the skies and pointed it to Dragovh. It took an hour of crossing a vast endless ocean to reach the other continent even with her Godly vision and immediately, the woman felt a lingering feeling of a kin within her midst. Trailing this impression, Bahamut ended up in the Kingdom of Meilurous and its vast navy. Their wooden combat ships parked on the shores of a Port. Zooming into the town and then into the extremely heavily guarded city hall that had not only human Knights in blue and gold but also Dragons in armor orbiting around it. She could hear a familiar voice but with a more different tone inside it.
Peeking in, a middle aged blonde man was pointing at the map as a more lanky and taller woman in a white gown was standing opposite of him. Getting inside the room, it was Queen Catherine of the Dragons and a man who she could oddly think of someone that resembles a certain Hero that has confessed to her. On the sidelines were Commanders, from both Species quietly listening in to their leaders conversing with each other.
“I see. The Curate Empire is far more formidable than I thought. You tell me they are wearing some strange malleable armor that is made of steel and covers them from head to toe yet could give them resistance to even Magic? My Ministry of Magic would love to get their hands on whatever that armor is.”
“Yes My King. They also have men with wings, giving them the ability to fly to our ships long before we could arrive at their shores.”
“How did you survive again?”
“A Dragon from the Third Royal Banditeer of Queen Catherine came to our rescue after harassing some of the Curate’s metal ships.”
“Those damn Elves… Thank you Catherine. Once again, your people have saved mine from such a bad situation. It could’ve easily gone worse if your Banditeers didn’t come.”
“And you are very welcome James. I still owe you for saving me from the attempt at my life by the Demons. This is the least I could do. My husband is now preparing our army back home, this is merely the appetizer for those simpleminded Curates.”
“We are very lucky to have you two with us. You are the only factor that is preventing the Curate Empire from completely landing on our shores and enslaving all of us. I can never give enough of my land and treasures for your willingness to go to war with us.”
“Dragons are meant to dominate. We haven’t been in a war for far too long. You are also doing us a favor by letting us exercise what is our natural duty to this world. My King was very happy upon learning of my decision to come to your aid, I haven’t seen him in such vigor since we first hand our child.”
“Then, when can you muster enough Dragons to cover for a naval assault? King Meilurous is in a very bad shape. I’ve even sent Doctors from my Kingdom and even the best of mages. But the ancient curse that has afflicted him has already taken his legs and soon, his head or so they told me.”
“I shall visit him later. If I could help, I am sure he will be back to leading in no time. I dabble in Ancient Magic regularly myself, I should be able to identify what curse has stricken him. He is bold for a King of his age, to go Dungeon crawling at such an advanced stage of his life, wonderfully human.”
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“For now, it's Queen Leylua who will be in the helms. We will meet with her later for she is still mourning about her husband’s current state.”
“Ah, a kind King. If only Augustus was the same. But he is my problem and my man, I am sure he shares some problems with me and my tendencies.”
“Augustus wasn't in the wrong. He made a point about the Kingdom of Vitas which I strongly agree with, but I prefer the method of waiting rather than attacking. I was only at the right place at the right time to save you from their assassin.”
“Regardless, the fool has ended up sending the Crimson Dragons to Schon to scare the Kingdom of Vitas. I love him for being so angry on my behalf, but his stupidity will cost us a few days.”
“Yeah… the Crimson Dragons would’ve been perfect for this campaign. They specialize in deep incursions after all.”
“Worry not. I am training a new batch from those that stayed. We just need a month and I can lend you an entire Brigade of them. These Dragons are selected for their finely attributed skills and capabilities. They’ll spearhead the Naval invasion if you need… now, Kangra.”
A man in green plate armor with a tabard over it showing a Dragon with horns like the branches of a tree walks up to the woman in full white. Kneeling down, showing his squeaky clean bald head and the large white beard he sports could be seen even with his head down.
“Yes, Your Majesty?”
“Had my King told me about the Crimson Dragons?”
“He uhhhhh… he said he’ll take a bit longer.”
“Haaaaaa… how did that fool even become a Dragon God?”
“... He said he’ll be picking up some rare Ashen Flowers. I do not know what those are.”
Queen Catherine’s cheeks blush a bit. Coughing and gesturing to the man to stand up.
“What is with him and trying to impress me always… and Kangra, as the head of the Swamp Dragons, how come you took such a… meager human appearance?”
“I once met a Human who looked like this once. We both talked for many years till his age got to him. This is my way of honoring him. He was once an Adventurer, but due to complications of his body withering away, he had to retire.”
“Is that so…? Then be at your will then.”
“Of course, thank you, Your Majesty.”
“If we have time, then I’ll go and prepare my troops. I need thirty more ships and a handful of other things for my Wyvern Air Corps to be able to be deployed in its full strength. I do not know how long that may take… maybe a month?”
Loud thuds could be heard and the door to the meeting room bursts open to reveal a shining Knight in full plate armor. It was so bulky and heavy that each step would make the room rumble and the visors of his helmet covering his eyes as it had a blue shine to it.
“A month is far too long. As we speak, the Elves have already started amassing troops to cross the ocean of Sire Jack. They will arrive here next week and everyone will be caught off guard. The Armies I destroyed will only slow them down for now.”
Everyone just stood in their place, the hulking Knight was taller than Queen Catherine who had to look up just to see the slits of his bulky helmet. Even with her eyes, peering through the blue glass, inside it was nothing but darkness and the faint image of an eye of a man whose pupils were completely bloodshot.
“And who are you?!”
“I am Sir Beadot, I’ve come to free mankind from the Elven problem.”
King James unsheathes his longsword and gets in front of Catherine who stays silent, just watching the unknown visitor that has come to them. The Lords of James also come to their senses after being stricken by such a hulking face of Man, drawing their weapons at the insanely tall man who wore huge bulging armor that shone so brightly the candles that lit the room was enough to refract a thousand rays into them.
The Knight seemingly like a warrior from the Heavens that has come down to aid them in battle, with a valiant tone and a mighty posture, he stood above them all with a peering aura.
“I’ve never seen armor like that before, nor have I heard such an accent in my entire life. What nation do you represent and what Knight Order?”
“I came from a land far from here and the Knight Order I serve is one but my own as the Gods have spoken of my duty from this land.”
Bahamut who was watching the entire thing could feel that she was being watched by two beings. One completely felt her presence but she didn’t leave, instead focusing her Godly Vision on the strange man that had appeared before them. She then observes the man's soul and emotions flared up upon seeing it.
“Is that so? And what do you mean by helping?”
“I can open a path and lead your armies to Elvennur in a matter of months.”
“Months?! Elvennur is ten thousand cessels away! How do you think we’d be able to do such a feat? Even with the Dragons, we must still be careful as Geraldia holds a lot of ancient weaponry that was used to fend off the hordes of the Underworld.”
“With rebellion. I’ve freed Cavaria, it's now renamed to Avaria after the fearsome woman that led its freedom. The Region of Humans in Geraldia and soon, it shall be the Continent of Humans. I plan on helping Sir Janishaire next on the mountain ranges of the continent.”
“What is this madness? Have you lost it? What you speak of is absolutely impossible! Let alone for one man!”
“I have not. You can send your scouts Queen Catherine. But I think you’ve already taken my scent and the blood of a hundred thousand Elves that has tainted my armor.”
King James turns around to see the Dragon Queen completely silent.
“I-Impossible.”
“Do you wish to end the Curate Empire now or dilly dally more in this room?”
“I cannot send my troops to blindly follow someone like you. Even if you were saying the truth, I cannot simply spare a few thousand men to aid you. These people have lives and I must make sure that they can live long enough to meet their loved ones once again. May God Humanus bless the souls that have perished so far.”
“Do you not want to save the millions of other humans right now being killed, used, abused, and thrown around like toys in Geraldia? Don’t you think you’ve looked away for far too long already from the madness that is happening to your fellow men?”
“That is a problem that must be solved diplomatically. A full blown war against all the tribes of the Elves could only end in disaster. Even with the Dragons' help, we cannot just waltz in there and hope the entire structure would crumble. Millions would die on both sides.”
“Fuck you then. Fuck you and that whoreass Dragon Queen of yours. Your all pussies who has no spines like the fuckers that plunged my planet into war.”
“What are these words you dare speak in such a tone to me?! Do you know who I am?”
“I do and I thought you had the balls to do something. Fuck all of you then, I’ll go to Elvennur alone and end this shitty millennium long genocide of humans once and for all. I am Sir Beadot! And I shall be the one to free Man from the Elves!”
The huge Knight then walked out of the city hall and pointed his shining Claymore to the skies and took off. Bahamut who was watching it quickly started casting a spell. Muttering words in Perdita as Beadot flew so fast not even her Godly Vision could catch up to the man.
By the moment she reached him. The Knight had already landed violently on a coastal Elven city. The magnificent place was surrounded by walls that even reached into the seas and its buildings akin to that of skyscrapers, filled with gold tinted glass and structures that were far more modern than what Bahamut even knew of from the humans of Threa.
“Oy Mon’krel! Where is your owner?! Who told you to land like that?! Do you have a license for those weapons?!”
“Humus! Leave this place at once! You are sullying our wonderful roads!”
He then points his two swords at the two Elven soldiers that have approached him and a quick flash was all it took the two dropped dead. Everyone immediately started using their magic on him. Firing fireballs, icicles, bringing down lightning and thunder to the man. The few thousand Elves on the street alone bring down all their power on the man. But his armor didn’t weave and he merely lifted his shiny holy sword to the skies and a thousand spectral lancers fell from the heavens and down to the people of the city.
The lances that fell to the skies would even pierce the roofs and floors of the Elves’ buildings and structures. No fortification was safe, above or below. In one instance, Bahamut looks at an Elf that has used a human girl as his shield to protect his kids. The lance quickly veered off and then subsequently impaled the Elf and its offsprings. The human, completely safe from harm.
Bahamut only uttered her spells quicker as lasers started to blast from the tips of the Knight’s swords and buildings started to completely collapse and on the edge of the city, a few thousand Elven soldiers were gathering for an assault as there Coastal Cannons as large as the Hills pointed down to the streets of the city it was meant to protect. The Knight would then run around collecting the Humans and the humans only with a strange magic that’d lift them up to the skies and hand them their own personal shields, leaving behind the Beast folk as the powerful booms erupted from the shorelines, violently disturbing the seas.
The explosion completely destroyed the center of the coastal city and emerging from the large crater was the Knight. His armor was perfectly intact as the responding army charged at him. With wings, griffins, and powered lances, they all attacked the man at once, but everything merely pinged off his armor if it didn’t get absorbed by it. He then brings up his other weapon, a purple broadsword, with one sweeping attack. The winged Elves fell from the skies alongside their mounts, all dropping down as if the air was completely taken from them and the planet itself grounded them.
He then proceeds to run towards the army all alone and without mercy, slashed and dashed his way through them like a hot knife through butter. Even the ones wielding Heaters and Tower shields were mercilessly cut down as the massacre went on and on and on, the night came by and what remained of the city was completely full of blood and gore of the Elven kin that once lived there. He then proceeded to destroy the Coastal Cannons with nothing but his two swords, slashing at its joints and then ripping out the crystal cores that powered the ancient weapons and threw it at a responding army from the seas, causing another massive explosion.
Taking the other Coastal Cannon’s Crystal, he then floats high above the city. Watching as the humans ran away from it. Some of the Elves that were still behind were in an open place in the middle of the city, it had a luscious greenery and trees that sprouted all sorts of fruits. The Elves there were mostly young and women, trying to get the animals, whose count would only reach the numbers of fingers one would have out of the place and into the street.
He just throws the large Crystal at them, upon contact on the soil, it started to violently shake and a massive explosion leveled most of the center alongside all of the skyscrapers.
Leaving behind in his wake a destroyed city, the Knight continues to walk forward when he gets a vision upon him. A portal opened right in front of the man and on the other side, a Black Dragon with two large horns pointed straight upwards, with gleaming dark scales that spoke true and a stare that could melt away the soul of a mortal.
But the Knight didn’t even flinch upon the vision before him and stared back at the Dragon God that had appeared before him. It made the Black Dragon smile visibly as it came closer to the portal.
“A Chosen One… how did you end up in this land?”
“That is none of your business, Bahamut.”
“Who is the God or the Gods that summoned you here? I can feel it from you, immense blessing and power only from those who could wield True Magic like it was nothing. A normal Mortal cannot do this unless proxy by a creature far beyond the physical realm.”
“As I said, none of your fucking business. Unless you're going to help around here, I will not speak to you any longer.”
“You’ve lived here… the anger you feel to the Elves. That is abnormal if you were to be here only for a day or two. No… you’ve been through it and seen it all, have you?”
“And? What’re you going to do? I’m gonna kill every each last one of them, starting with the Snow Elves.”
He then pointed his sword upward, launching him up to the skies once again.
“Have the Divine of Threa gone mad by giving you so much power and strength? That armor of yours, that isn’t made from what you’d find in Threa.”
“Can you just shut up already? How the hell are you even following me?!”
“Do you know what awaits you if you continue this? They aren’t summoning me, they're summoning the owner of the bones I am using and she isn’t as forgiving as I am.”
Before she knew it, they were now in a snow bound land, on top of a mountain where a city of white and blue stood. With landing pads everywhere for the Cornelion birds to land, bringing in supplies from the lands below them and everyone in the city could only look in shock at the sudden arrival of the foreign Knight.
“So you plan to just slaughter till no one remains? You already killed five hundred thousand this afternoon alone and wounded a few million.”
“Heh. Only that few? Let me triple that before tomorrow.”
Once again, with the brutality of a hurricane, the man sawed his way through the Snow Elves. Their pale white skin now covered with the blood of their kin as their streets are littered with the intestines and ripped parts of their people. The Knight didn’t care, as long as it wasn’t human, he gave no mercy to the Elves. Going to even their Infant Centers and using fire magic to burn down the rooms one by one as Bahamut’s portal was slowly becoming smaller.
The Black Dragon only watched as the genocide before her went on like a ravaging calamity of a Knight was going through one city after the other. The next day arrived and he quadrupled the kills he had in the afternoon beforehand.
He then flew to the region of Cureth where the High Elves were. To his surprise, they were ready. Already evacuated most of the city and all that stood before him were three armies. He didn’t land, instead bringing up his purple sword.
“ARONDIGHT! ACTIVATE!”
The sword flashed brighter than the Star above them and the entire land below him including the city was burned in a raging purple flame. One Bahamut was far more than familiar with. The flames burned so brightly and true that the only thing that remained from the three armies below was the composite armor and metal weapons they had. Many burnt to crisp and others, completely in ashes. For the next few hours, he continued his massacre of the reinforcement armies of the Elves. Destroying the last city of the Snow Elves and then transitioning to the seas where the sinking cities of the Sea Elves was located.
He dived deep down to the ocean floor where there was an air bubble for the Sea Elves. Many were looking at the enchanted mirror on their town squares and listening to Emperor Dydares reading out a speech from the city of Elvennur. Before they even knew it, their solemn watch was disturbed by the Knight landing in their city.
“Wha-what?! How?! We’re thirty thousand besels underwater!”
The Sea Elf with the blue hue of their skin was soon wiped out. In the span of three days, the oceans that surrounded Geraldia were cleaned of their magical and scientific marvels that were the sinking cities. The one metalloid structures that stood high on the ocean floor with airtight tunnels and teleporters, all now part of the cruel waters to be forgotten forever.
Awakening, Bahamut finds herself in the court of Elvennur. Quickly running to her was Prince Dares, kneeling before the God and his hands together while looking up to the mighty creature.
“Oh the prayers of the Kingdom have been answered! Mors has answered our prayers!”
She then transforms to her human form, making many of the Elves in the court look away in disgust.
“A Humus?!”
“Ugh, how disgusting.”
“The God took the form of a Mon’krel?!”
“Why a Humus?”
“Goddess, of all the forms you could take, why that of the lesser Man?”
Everyone started whispering amongst themselves, either throwing slurs to her form or the fact that she took a human likeness to present herself to them.
“Uhm, should someone tell her to move from the stage? That form is dirtying our tiles.”
“Sheesh. We paid a hundred thousand souls for this? I think we need to redo the ritual once again.”
“Eh, it's not like its Elven souls.”
“Heh, what a sad state of the Gods. No wonder we're under such a peril. For them to take such forms is a distrust.”
While the other Elves on the other side of the large court, with an endless abyss that leads downwards were quiet, with only a handful of them throwing slurs and whispering amongst themselves.
Bahamut then lifted her hand once and everyone turned to look at her, their mouths closed even though many were visibly trying to move it.
“I am Mors Letum, Goddess of Death, Destruction and Unmaking. The God that helped Angasusuis make the Vampire’s immortality, be happy you mortals. Your sacrifice was worth it, giving me a brief moment of revival. Though I have long perished, since you have gone through such lengths to recall me, I shall hear you out even after the words I heard from this Court.”
Everyone then suddenly breathed a sigh of relief as they could once again move freely and just as that, like she said nothing more. Everyone went back to whispering as Mors stood before the polished bronze floor that’s suspended mid air, in the middle of a floating jury of the highest echelon of Elven Society.
“Death, Destruction and Unmaking? But why would she be in the form of the Humus?”
“A Humus?! We have no records of the Goddess taking the form of Man.”
“SILENCE! SILENCE ALL OF YOU!”
The Prince’s words echoed through the Court that spanned a thousand seats. With large banners of the flag of the Curate Empire surrounding them and everyone in there wearing the finest of robes.
“Goddess Mors Letum, I beg of you to please turn around, forgive me and my insolence for ordering a creature as grand and mighty as you are, but our Emperor wishes to see you.”
Mors didn’t do as she was told and instead, walks over to the Prince wearing his winged composite armor. He constantly looked down to the floor, visibly trembling as she got closer and closer.
“The personality… of the one that took my cadaver has… influenced me to a degree. Tsk, this is the problem with Dragons. Their personalities are as wide as the cosmos.”
Putting her hand on her hip, she took a quick peek to her left to see a middle aged Elf with pale skin and white hair standing on a throne high above everyone else that’s planted on a wall that’s detached from the floor she’s at. Holding with him a large staff. He stood up and pointed his finger at her.
Mors Letum was quicker with her reaction, putting her arms over her chest and opening her fingers. Bursting the hand of the Emperor. Everyone was ready to attack her but the wounded leader before them whose hands were instantly repaired tapped his staff on the tiles. Putting everyone back to their seats.
“Magnificent.”
“And who might you be? You have some nerve to attack the one that rules over the very concept of death.”
“I am Emperor Dydares the Almighty, descendant of Lord Daresh who unified the thousand Elven Tribes. Forgive me Goddess, but I had to make sure of your power, as I was told that not even a few hundred thousand souls would be enough to fully resummon you from the depths of the cosmic trail.”
“And why have you called upon me?” Mors Letum rudely tilted her head as a pair of Elves whispered amongst each other far in the back of the stands. Everyone heard the sounds of two people slumping down out of their chairs. They turn to see two female Elves dead. The Guards ran to check on them, putting their fingers on their neck and they shrugged.
“BLASPHEMY! THE GODDESS THAT TOOK THE FORM A HUMUS OF ALL THINGS HAS KILLED A MEMBER OF THE GRAND SOCIETY!”
The Elves' eyes then went blank, and he fell over. Another Knight came and checked on him, shrugging.
“I am sure you know, the many seats that are now empty in this room… errr even more emptier. The Snow and Sea Elves have been completely wiped out in a span of a week. As I speak now, this Devil is slicing its way through my men. His death toll counting to four million and the wounded, thirty million. He had also destroyed important centers of logistics, the death toll will only increase over the years, centuries even after this has all stopped. He must be killed, trapped, embalmed, whatever it may be. Before we’re all but a page in the history of this world.”
“Ahhhh, yes. The abnormality that has sadly befalled your species. The Dragon tried to talk to him, but I know the soul of someone filled to the brim with so much hatred that no reason would work on him.”
“That brings me much joy to hear you call it an abnormality. I get it that you know it's not from this land nor a part of the theater that is occurring before Dragovh and Geraldia?”
“I do. He is… a particular case. A cancer that has turned into a vile virus. But even then, I am not compelled as much to move. Death is encompassing to all, if the time of your species has come. Who am I to stand before that?”
“That beast is no part of nature, nor of any kin. It is but that, a beast and as you said, an abnormality.”
“That is true… but at the same time. This creeping feeling inside me says this is but karma for your deeds against man.”
“Mankind is inferior to us, in all aspects. We merely followed the rule of nature. For the strong to kill the weak.”
“Ah, but that is where you are wrong now, am I right?”
“I do admit that every now and then, mankind somehow births an abnormality to their species. But this one is far from that, this is a vile beast in the skin of a Humus.”
“Hmmmmm…”
“Goddess… please.”
“Sacrifice your soul and your sons. I shall be sure to preserve at least two of your kind when this is over.”
The Court goes into a blaze, the Elves pointing fingers at one another. “PRESERVE THE WOOD ELVES!” “NO! PRESERVE THE HIGH ELVES! WE’RE THE ULTIMATE OF OUR SPECIES!” the Emperor then raises his hand, instantly silencing everyone.
“I apologize for my compatriots Goddess. So, its my soul and the soul of my son? But even with that, you can only save two of the Elven species?”
Mors Letum did not reply. She merely lifted her hand, showing her black painted nails as she hid a devious expression under her veil.
“Emperor, may I talk to her?”
“Of course.”
“Goddess, may you forgive me for my straightforward talking. But I believe as someone who is the one that rules over Death and Unmaking, you already know what are the two species that will survive, correct?”
She did not reply, but the Prince could see her golden eyes sparkling underneath the dark veil, the black Crown it is attached to has stylishtic outgoing spikes on it.
“I’ll give you my soul, Goddess.”
“I shall follow after my son. I’ll also sacrifice my soul.”
“Be happy Dragon, you got two Demigods for dinner.”
“May I ask who is this Dragon you speak of?”
“Someone who has consumed me fully. But she seems to be tired and wants to rest, so she gave me a moment to come back…” She then turns her head to her shoulders, looking at the insanely large golden door that leads to the Court. The thick polished walls then started to shake violently as a General sneaked up on the Emperor on his podium and whispered something onto his ears.
It widened his eyes, he stood up, spreading his arms.
“MY PEOPLE! TODAY IS THE TODAY WE RETURN TO THE FOREST! TO THE GOD OF THE LEAFS, THE SOIL, AND THE ROCKS, FIGHT! FIGHT FOR OUR GLORY AND AS THE LAST BASTION OF OUR UTOPIA!”
The door burst open and it was Sir Beadot himself, his once shiny armor and weapons covered in the gore, with entrails hanging from his shoulders and arms. Not even taking the time to talk to anyone, he quickly started firing lasers off his swords to everyone in the Court. The Prince and the Emperor quickly retreated out of sight as the Ancient Elves in the room tried their best to take a stand. Many of them drag out their swords from the scabbards next to their seats, jumping from the stands and onto the man as he gets hit with all manners of magic.
With such powerful Mages, even the meters thick walls were pierced and blown, revealing the clouds outside and the shine of the afternoon Star.
Rather than looking scared, they all looked ecstatic and when they slowed down and stopped. The man was kneeling down, his armor visibly scratched and dented. But the shine of his visor was still as strong as before. “Blargh… good hits… Now it's my turn. All ended the same, dead and their blood spilled on the very buildings they built as he threw their corpses out of the blown sections of the tower their on.
“It’s seven million now. I’ve spread a plague to your land's Emperor, a plague that only targets Elves. Know that the time of the Curate Empire and the entirety of your species ends here.”
“Tsk tsk tsk. Can you calm down now?”
He quickly locked eyes with Mors. Whose statue and demeanor was just as terrifying as his. Even though he stood a foot and a half taller than the Goddess in human form, she didn’t even look afraid nor shocked. Instead with a bored tired face under her veil.
“Look, we can’t have abnormalities like you disrupting the way of life here.”
“You… you aren’t Bahamut… What has happened to the Dragon?”
“You're already gravely wounded under that armor, if you continue upwards to fight those two. You’d never be able to return to your world.”
“Who says I wanted to return to my world?”
“Ah, so that’s how it's going to be then? Well, I should’ve figured it out when you monstrously fought a Court of nearly Demigod Like Elves without a shred of personal care. Alright, and I think you already know who will be your last enemy?”
He didn’t reply and just jumped straight into the Emperor's Podium and flew up the elevator that goes to the very top.
The Goddess then looked around at the mess there. She then turns to the large gaping hole on the wall. Turning into a mist of darkness, it flies all the way down from the clouds and to the courtyard of the Palace of Gold and Diamonds. The Humans were ransacking the place, walking over the corpses of the Elves while those they captured were beaten violently on the sides as the green grass full of rare flowers were trampled and destroyed by the fervor of anger.
Even though many were wearing fine clothing and not starved nor abused, they took the Elves out from their hiding spots and started to humiliate them, violating the women while the men watched and far outside the walls, fighting could be heard.
A mist then forms and what appears on the high and polished walls of the city was the strange abnormal human. Silently watching over the remnants of the Elven Army, even though they were fiercely outnumbered by the rebelling Human Army that has walked to their capital, alongside Dwarfs, Demon men, and even Beast folk that have allied with the ad hoc military that was put together.
They didn’t falter, only standing more stronger as they marched over the mangled corpses of their colleagues. One of them, a female General on horseback, was hopping left and right trying to get the lines together, preventing any collapse.
Mors Letum then turns around to see the city inside was being ransacked and destroyed, the fine streets and sidewalks were now full of rubble and blood as the former captives of the Elven race took to arms, using their weapons against them. The cannons that were supposed to defend them were destroyed and without power, all they could hope was the remaining forces of the Curates would be able to return some sort of territory, with the grunts, wearing chainmail and composite helmets gathering survivors on the Southern exit of the city.
“Hmmmmm… he should be around here… ah.”
On one of the Manors, an Elven family was being defended by their Humans, even though only using shortswords and knives, the Men of the family were fiercely defending the gates against their own kin.
“HOW CAN YOU DO THIS?! LET US IN! YOUR ONE US!”
“OUR MASTERS NEVER ABUSED US NOR VIOLATED US! THEY HAVE THE RIGHT TO LIVE!”
“CAN YOU SAY THAT TO THE MILLIONS OF OTHERS?!”
“AT LEAST LET THE LITTLE MASTER ESCAPE! PLEASE!”
The Goddess then lands on the street. Nonchalantly walking through the chaos as the other Mansions were burned completely down, the Humans and Dwarves around the area took the jewelry and rare items that were inside the massive houses for the wealthiest of their society.
“Step aside Mortals.”
The crowd of Humans then turn to her, they immediately notice the shiny long black hair and the human ears exposed she sports.
“W-Who are you?”
The man in a suit, still holding a cooking knife stares at her veil, only to see nothing but its dark colors.
“I am the Unspeakable. Begone.”
Her voice was heavy and demeaning, but her aura was real and the strength oozed out of every inch of her perimeter. The crowd immediately dissipated, instead targeting the other neighboring mansions who had hired mercenaries to protect their courtyards.
Walking to the thick polished metal gates, one of the family’s servants walks up to her. Reaching his hands out to thank the woman.
“Y-Your cold!”
“Of course I am. The land I reside in has no heat after all. Now, Mister Leyten. The virus will reach the Capital soon. Do not take the Southern exit, instead, take the Eastern one. If you go now with your carriage-” as she talked, a massive bright light engulfs the entire capital, emitted from the blinding tower that reached far above the clouds. It parted everything and they all could see the faint sight of a winged man getting stabbed by a Holy Sword. Their thick silhouettes drenched in the bright light.
“Just in time. Go now.”
“Master Leyten, I will prepare the carriage immediately! Handra! Help me please!”
The two servants rushed to the back, coming alongside them was the Mistress of the family. As the well suited maids, a man and a woman opened the doors, a finely gowned woman took the horse out of there rest. Quickly getting the harness out while the man of the family walks to the gate.
With a bruised and dirtied face, in contrast to his fine attire, made from the most expensive cloth their society could make, the man collapsed to his feet. His children ran to him as the last three servants came with handkerchiefs. His Elven ears were red as his cheeks flushed out, the man galling his eyes out as he grabbed the dark gown of the woman.
“Th-th-thank you! Thank you!”
“The Elven society needs a strong future, your blood is not only strong, but it will thrive. You can thank your leaders for the sacrifice of their souls. I would not have done this if not for the power they are willing to give up.”
“At least… at least after all they’ve done, they ended it all on a good note… oh why… Why the Capital?! Why the innocent ones?!”
“As an Empire grows, so does its ignorance. Your society has grown old, grown so much it lost its sanity, you have advanced, yet your souls devolved. I hope you’ll remember this, you are after all an Elf. Unlike the Humans who will refuse to learn this lesson, you can. For a first try, I must say, it's impressive your people lasted this long without a collapse.”
He only stayed silent, crying as more explosions shook the lands. One of there maids, a woman of tall stature grabs his shoulders. Pulling him away from the Goddess.
“Master, we have to go.”
“Grrr… of everything I sacrificed…”
“Remember, the Eastern exit. You may take those who you deem worthy enough.”
“Missus.” The child wearing shorts and a suit jacket on top looks up to the towering figure of the dark woman. “How do you know we should take the Eastern exit? Protocol said the Southern one would be the safest. The disease also won’t go there as the refugees would be coming from the East, from the Chiocurate’s last survivors.”
“Look far into the land outside those walls, imagine it if you will.”
Their carriage was prepared, their servants loading it up with food and weapons but the kid just stared at the wall of the city. Towering far in the horizon.
“The Snow Elves are only in the few hundreds. They won’t survive the trek to here, a Human named Gareth, a man whose life was full of pain and suffering, and rose above it all to lead his kin will intercept them and have them tortured, their ribs opened and brandished as they marched here.”
A single gulp was all he could reply with while his Father and Mother had ordered their servants to line up.
“In there anger, you can simply slip through. Stay far in the shores, Man won’t find you there. Nor will the Dragons care about some family. Restart you society as did many others before you and start anew.”
Behind him, his parents had stripped themselves of all their jewelry, while also leaving some of the weapons to their servants.
“Missus, what about you though?”
“Me? Ahahahaha, do you even know do I am?”
“I know you as a kind woman who came and helped my family from getting killed.”
“Kind? Me? Many often call me the most cruel of all the natural ones. The one who takes without question, whenever, and wherever.”
“Well… they're wrong. Even though you are cold, you seem to be a warm lady inside.”
“Pfft… do not make me laugh. Go now, live a long fulfilling life.”
The kid then turns around, running the arms of his mother.
“Ah and one thing!” He stopped and looked back at her. “Die naturally, never let the forces of nature kill you before your time. The best time to come to me is when you’ve lived a full happy life. When that day comes, I am sure the new owner of my titles will greet you happily. She’s a bit of a strange one, even her personality has taken over much of mine. But she’s someone who loves anyone who fought and lived till the end.” The kid then gets picked up by her mother. Taking him to his sisters.
Another explosion was emitted from the tower, one whose shockwave sent everyone to their knees except the woman in black. Underneath her veil, he smiles and waves.
As the door to their royal carriage closes, through the glass window, he sees that she is gone. Their gates swing open and the family, driven by a Human runs through the fighting and chaos that's erupted into every crevice of their city.
Heavy gusts of wind blew as the foreign Sun sank in the horizon. Vomiting blood, the Emperor, without his helmet, looks over to the corpse of his son. A single tear falling from his eye as the shining Knight grabs him by the neck. Lifting him above the ground.
“For a genocider, this should be a privilege. Any last words?”
He grunts and struggles, his eyes dimming as bits and pieces of his gleaming armor of unknown metals start to crumble. His eyes shine a golden color, his breath becoming slower and slower. In the background, he could see a blackish mist. Hovering above his son as it takes something from it.
“P-Phhaa–”
“Pha? Pha what?”
“Pherish.”
A pale hand with black painted nails coming out of thin air caresses the man's helmet. Sir Beadot immediately lets go of the Emperor, dropping him into the ground as he turns to see what it was. “So much anger in your soul. But I do thank you for giving me so many tributes.” he constantly kept his sword and shield up, his head looking in random directions. “The foolish Elves truly think their sacrifice of a few hundred thousand men is enough to satiate me. But it's your fervor that truly brought me back from my slumber.” he then stomps his feet, creating a bluish shockwave that makes even the very air around them become disorganized.
It started an atomic reaction, as his sword was pointed to the disturbed molecules, creating an even bigger boom than before. One that made the darkening skies look as if it was the height of the afternoon again.
Appearing from the dust cloud, his armor was even more dented and scratched than ever before, the crack on his visor even larger.
“Those two and the Nobles really did a number on you didn’t they?”
Her voice was demeaning and playful, he tried to continually check his perimeter, but the sound was engulfing. Blinking from his bloodshot eyes, the constant re-emerging of the figure in a mist troubled him upon stopping and locking his eyes with it.
Far into the horizon, from the depths of the city to the farthest parts of space, a culmination of air made out of pure black was seemingly going to it. To the strange formless creature a few meters from him. Blinking once again, it all vanished and all he could see once again was the slow sinking of the foreign Sun and the night sky over to his left.
“I have received half my payment, so it's my time to shine as they say.”
“W-Where did you learn that term?!”
“Ohhh, let’s just say the body I inhabit has a lot of new words that I love… like…”
He turned around once again, the image before him made the man stop and promptly took a step back. It was the disembodied head of a woman with enigmatic straight long black hair moving as if the tendrils of an all encompassing creature, a sacrilegious crown with spikes facing outward and a murky veil right in front of his helmet. Her nose, close enough as if she was planning on making it touch the cracked bottom plate of his facewear.
“It’s time to party!”
Disappearing into nothingness, he immediately turns around once again, charging forward at a fully materialized Mors Letum. She merely dodges his sword as her palm touches his shield.
The small contact made an inwards dent into his shield, trapping his left arm on its grips.
Without caring, he once again tries to attack her. Using a combination of his sword and shield, bashing and slashing at her. All his attacks were either dodged or she completely turned into a mist.
“Impossible! I defeated the Ghosts of Heroes and Demon Lords with this blade!”
“Oh, it can strike me. Problem is, I am a concept that cannot die.”
He then stops. Dropping his shield on the floor, the man puts his left sabaton on it. With a fearsome warcry, he forcibly removes his arm from its grips that’s bent into his wrists.
With both hands clear, he then opens his palm. Materializing a large purple broadsword. His Claymore, which was of shining silver and gold, with a Mana Core right between its rain guard started to light up.
“If the Arm of Judas can’t scratch you, then Arondight!”
Dual wielding two large swords, the man tries to attack her once again.
“Interesting, an additional three hundred percent damage against Dragons or Chosen ones with such traits.”
“H-Huh?! How did you know?!”
“While your Claymore is classed as a Holy weapon, with additional damage to Demons. No wonder you could defeat a lowly Demon Lord.”
“Is this Bahamut talking!?”
“No need to scream at every sentence. I am merely stating that whatever you have in your arsenal, it won’t even be able to reach me. I know all of it and what it can do.”
“So much for paying for these with my overtime salary. GAAHHH!”
The Emperor, bleeding out of his mouth and eyes, looks out of cover. His eyes widened at the sight before him.
Mors Letum’s hand has pierced Sir Beadot’s armor and has grabbed his still beating heart from his chest. The man felt an intense cold entering his intestines and entrails that’s been completely destroyed by the hand. Closing his eyes, he was transported to a formless dimension, the black entrails he saw before erupting from every crevice of the world appearing there and turning into fully formed branches of inky surface eating on the soil.
It constantly expanded into the base of a tree. Looking up, his eyes couldn’t believe the sheer size of it. Larger and far more bigger than anything he’d seen before and the blackness that was coming from a hole on the ground crawls up to its leafs and branches as its golden aura shines even more. He walks into one of the inky limbs, trampling it, and a thousand souls escape into the air. Just to turn to formless mist that's captured by the erupting spiky arm.
“Cosmic Knight. That’s enough playtime for you. You’ve fed me enough, I am satiated.”
Through the thorny gap, his eyes lock at the lanky figure of a pale woman with wavy white hair that reaches her back. She was frolicking in a field of lily flowers with a scar on her neck. The man removed his helmet as tears immediately fell from his cheeks. His bloodshot eyes returned to normal as he reached out to it. “Didn’t you say you wanted to return to your world?” he shrugs and smiles. Pushing through the prickly trees that were slowly being eaten by the inky branches.
She then pulls her arm out and he drops to the ground. The Emperor, who is badly wounded, crawls to his corpse with all his remaining energy. “Hah… hah… AHAHAHA! Humus! This is the last cry of my kin! Goddess Mors Letum! Take my soul! You’ve done your part! The Curate Empire shall go down with its glory and pride!”
“I must say… for a species to use a God as their weapon. You Elves are surely inventive in your tactics.”
As she uttered the last word, only the lifeless body of the Emperor was infront of her.
Peering over the two, and then looking at her back to the corpse of the Prince. She just sighs and disappears.
Waking up, Bahamut was in sweat, visibly palpating. General Jackson was sleeping on the floor with Alana. Her sudden awakening caught him off guard while the Countess just grabbed her pillow and put it on top of her face.
“Bahamut!” Even though all he wore was a T-shirt and shorts, the man hugs the Dragon. Who in return, tightly as the Countess rose up from her sleep. “Hm? Oh, that’s odd. I never saw you sweat before, Bahamut.”
“Hah… hah… Master!”
“What is it? I never knew Dragons could have nightmares.”
“N-No. It’s not that… just… the past.”
“What? What happened in the past?”
“Bloodsucker.”
“What is it?”
Alana wore a thin white sleeping gown, on top of her blanket was a Light Novel and next to her side of the futon was a glass of wine from Zavalda.
“... … What will you be cooking for tomorrow?”
“I’ll think about it later. M’Lord, let us go back to sleep.”
“Just wait, I never saw Bahamut make an expression like that. The nearest one was when I was struck by ElizabethMotherf’s holy arrow. Just what were you dreaming about?”
“Something… Long ago, Master. I’m sorry for waking you up.”
“No, no, it’s fine. Be sure to do so when you're having problems. This goes to you Alana and Elizabeth over there. I know you're awake.”
The blonde woman then raises from the sheets. “Hnnnggrrhhh… how do you expect me to sleep, My Lord when she was thrashing about more than the cold seas of Northern Vitas?” her hair was unkempt and though still pretty, she looked absolutely annoyed.
“Haaaaah… just wake me up when something like this happens okay? Bahamut, are you gonna go back to sleep? You don’t have to, you know.”
“I know, Master. But I also needed rest from that battle.”
“Yeah… I never saw Alana and Elizabeth sleep like humans before. I guess it took so much toll on all of us.”
“Mhm. I’m sorry everyone.”
“That’s quite odd, you never say sorry, Bahamut.”
“I know Bloodsucker. Just take this as a rare moment. Now, back to sleep.”
She jumps back to her side on the bed, pulling the thick blanket over her as Elizabeth breathes a sigh of relief as she returns to her side.
“Also Elizabeth, again. Wear something when you sleep.”
“Baaaah…” was her reply as Jackson went back to his side on the floor. He then turns over to Alana, neatly moving the book that she left on her bed and making sure the wine wouldn’t be a problem when she gets up.
“Clean up is gonna be a mess.”
“Just think about it tomorrow, M’Lord. Do you need me to help you sleep again?”
“No. Hah… the toiling just never ends.”
As the night goes by, Alana’s eyes open and she leans up. Leaving Jackson’s arm over her chest as she looks at Bahamut’s nails. It was naked and bare, as if all she'd been using was natural nail polish.
“Hm? What is it, Alana?”
Jackson begrudgingly wakes up. Wiping his eyes.
“M’Lord, I swear I saw her nails were painted black.”
“Bahamut never paints her nails nor wears lipstick.”
The man didn’t open his eyes and just grunted.
“And what am I holding?”
“Nothing, M’Lord. Just return to sleep. I apologize for disturbing you.”
He just makes a thumbs up with his free hand and immediately starts snoring. Alana just shrugs and she returns back to her sleep.